บททั้งหมดของ The Blood Stained Mafia Bride: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

Larissa stood in front of the mirror, looking at her gown. It was beautiful, but she didn’t feel happy. She was more nervous than anything. Even if the nerves went away, she still wouldn’t feel excited.Her father and brothers had chosen Liam to be her husband.“Mama, don’t tell me to smile,” Larissa said, her voice shaking. “I’m not happy.”Her mother stood behind her, brushing her long black hair. She always looked perfect, wearing the best clothes and jewelry. She was the Queen to her husband, one of the tri capi in New Jersey.“Do you know how much your gown cost?” her mother asked, shocked. “Look at you—you’re dressed like a princess. You should feel lucky.”But Larissa didn’t feel lucky. She felt stuck.“Liam comes from a good family,” her mother said, trying to make her smile.“But he’s not one of the tri capi,” Larissa replied. Liam wasn’t good enough for her. He had some money, and he looked okay, but that wasn’t enough. Larissa was sure she could even beat him in a fight if

Miguel Sebastian stood in the center of the cathedral, like a god of gods. Everyone waited for him to do something. Larissa wanted him to take off his hat. She could see his hair peeping around the nape of his neck. It was probably long. His dressing was neat, a clean shirt and pants, ironed and drowsed with a moderately musk cologne. Miguel’s strides were as long as his legs and in less than a minute, he was at the front of the church. The time felt like forever to Larissa. It felt like he was a breath away from her when he was at least four feet away. He locked his eyes on hers and Larissa curled her toes. She did it to plant herself on the ground. Looking at him also felt too damn good her insides were curling and shouting with glee. Something she had not been all day until he came along. “You are beautiful,” he said, standing with his legs slightly apart. Larissa blinked. She parted her lips and breathed in first. “Thank you.” “How many brothers do you have?” Miguel wa

There was no slowing down after that. Larissa didn’t want to. Miguel didn’t want to.Soon she was lying on the bed and her wedding gown was hunched around her thighs.She wanted to peel her stockings away and every other thing on her body. Those were the things Miguel’s hands were making her think of.He hovered above her, moving his lips to her neck and collarbone, devouring her face with his eyes tightly shut.Larissa couldn’t look at him long enough. She couldn't concentrate.He pushed the strap of her gown away with one movement.Miguel got up to remove his shirt. Larissa knew what to do to her gown.She was about to take the stockings off when he stopped her.“Leave it on for me.” He climbed over her and picked her leg up.He kissed a trail from her knee to her stomach, then draped her legs over his waist.They were both naked, burning for one another. It ached so bad Larissa thought she would go crazy.Miguel kissed her lips before she could say anything. What would she even say